I miss the days of lost in cerulean and clouds,
even though searching for you came with a cost,
my mind ardently invented you as I lie on the ground.
moments screamed past me then, and there’s no getting them back,
yet I feel fulfilled when memories rush in,
blessed, some would say to forget what I lacked.
a path was forged, one I so desperately needed,
the voice inside me tasted like screaming –
to most it wouldn’t make sense but free, my friend, isn’t always freedom.
Shakespeare wrote of the future-
“an undiscovered country”. I see,
new rituals and
their meaning, which
will anchor along
where souls squeal
in delight, and life
no longer vacant, thrives.
of the breathing,
you do effortlessly,
right in front of me.
Day in and day out,
humming and sweet contentment,
out of you, which I now loathe, completely.
Stop knocking at my door,
taunting me and then,
I’d bring you here,
Sit you down,
Then ask you to relax.
How to be,
Towards the place,
You to respond to,
And grown tired of,
At your touch,
As your fingers,
Before heavy eyes conquer this lady
I humbly confess to remembering
Vivid pictures of our beginning
Slowly teetering on becoming
Time that never was or isn’t
Proving that we don’t exist
My mind, that of a dreamer
I hear love’s softest whisper,
Confessing, I adore you.
Words floating with me tonight,
As I find my way,
To you in dreams.
Breathing in with relief,
I relax, it will always be you.
Found: Secluded Cove
A morning of discovery